Today's Advent Calendar tea;
So who thought tea should be cherry bakewell flavoured? I tried it; it tasted as though it would do me some good. However not a flavour I shall be seeking out!
I am way behind with daily drawings; here are a few from November pages, although the artwork was done yesterday or the day before.
News of my father;My brother is visiting my father as I am typing this blog post; he is making a steady improvement, but will be staying in for the rest of this week and over the weekend.
That is giving us time to get our heads round how to set up whatever arrangements may be needed.
Today's RS Thomas poem is this;
Moments of great calm,
Kneeling before an altar
Of wood in a stone church
In summer, waiting for the God
To speak; the air a staircase
For silence; the sun’s light
Ringing me, as though I acted
A great rôle. And the audiences
Still; all that close throng
Of spirits waiting, as I,
For the message.
Prompt me, God;
But not yet. When I speak,
Though it be you who speak
Through me, something is lost.
The meaning is in the waiting.
I find is extraordinary how the poem shifts focus according to how I read it; rather like how a phrase in music is transformed by how it is articulated (the combination of smooth and detached notes, or where you place the emphasis)
I have read this poem line by line, as it appears on the page, and also shifting the reading following the punctuation;
the air a staircase for silence
the sun's light ringing me
as though I acted a great role
And the audiences still
all that close throng of spirits waiting